For Those People In My Personal Life Who Don't Know I Write A Lot:

for those people in my personal life who don't know I write a lot:

sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to share my art with you;

so many of you don't know how truly dark my mind can be...

rivers of red streaming down my arms

I really wish i didn't cause myself harm

cause when you start, it feels like you can never stop

and when you stop all you really want to do is drop

(dead)

she taught me how to play the guitar

her hand touched mine and it felt surreal

it's so crazy, it's actually so bizarre

how she can make me feel

I never knew how much I of a mess

I was until I finally got her back

it was like finally taking a breath

like climbing out of that lonely pool of black

I still remember third of December

but really I just want to forget her

why did I feel anything for you

and why is it that i still do?

how are your poems so meaningful? how do they speak to my soul louder than my own poems do?

To be in Love #Poem 100

It's strange to think that I wanted to be in love so desperately, But when I fell in love for the first time, I wanted to fall out of it as soon as possible, Because it hurt more than I thought it would, It hurts more than I can handle, Perhaps, that is only because it is unrequited, Perhaps, if it were requited it would be less painful, It would be something beautiful, But it isn’t so it doesn’t matter what it’s not, One day I’ll know, What it feel to be in love with someone as well as be loved by someone.